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Allow me time to leap to conclusion before our brief window of opportunity closes
When the dust settled by those muddy waters we rose from the silk of that mixture
We were noosed along the chain reactions of our helixes dipped in Sterling's silver
Without i or u in these limber lumbers they couldn't flex how our family ties us to Rosewoods
We yawn and stretch our imagination until tears escape our eyes from pains attempt to awaken
Trapped are the souls of our bloodlines within windpipes so our voices carry life like speaking visions into existence
Hydrants washed away our sins as Jim Crow souths baptized us habitually in the filth of hated
Mans best friend was our enemy until we finally exchanged words and showed dogs who the gods were
Perforated society tried to box us in not knowing our longitudinal and latitudinal lines equates the meridians in their trendy hashtags
